Even an S-Class Hunter Wants to Get Married - Chapter 1
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1. 1,900 years old!
“Let go of this-!”
“Ah, please!”
Maybe because she’s an elf queen, her grip strength is no joke.
No matter how much I shake my leg to pry her off, she shows no signs of letting go.
Since it didn’t seem like I could handle it with my own strength, I called for Kim Yang, our Meracle employee.
“Kim Yang! Come in here!”
“Yes, yes, boss?”
“Drag this thing away! Throw it outside the building!”
“Huh? B-boss! Isn’t this a customer?”
“No! Not anymore! She’s a senile old lady!”
“O-old lady?”
Kim Yang is a beastkin.
She’s from the Tower’s 5th Floor, and since I brought her here as a foreign worker, her speech is a bit clumsy.
I named her ‘Kim Yang’ because of the sheep horns sprouting from her head and her fluffy white hair.
“Throw her outside!”
“Out-outside?”
“Ah, absolutely not! I refuse! Just try it! I’m going to go to a cafe with a young man and eat cake! We’ll order couple drinks and try them together!”
“Ugh! Kim Yang, what are you doing! Don’t you want your salary? Outside-!”
“Out-outside! Ram-! Raaaam!”
Kim Yang immediately thrust her head forward and charged.
‘Ah, please-.’
Suddenly, the fact that Kim Yang’s salary was three days overdue flashed through my mind like a revolving lantern.
Crash-!
* * *
“Ahem.”
In the end, I couldn’t chase away the elf queen Renea. She sits cross-legged on a chair, looking at me.
“Please, I’m asking you. I heard that Merakl is the best in this industry. They even say you never refuse any customer who comes.”
A sigh escaped involuntarily.
No matter how capable a broker I am, what could I do with a 1,900-year-old grandmother?
“Me, Merakl not best.”
“Kim Yang?!”
Kim Yang’s bombshell statement while serving tea.
I tried to stop her urgently, but it was already too late.
The elf queen, who despite being 1,900 years old had perfectly sharp hearing, didn’t miss it.
“Huh? That can’t be? On the 4th Floor where I lived, the rumors were rampant that Merakl was the best?”
“4th Floor, no Mobile Phone. 4th Floor, barbarians.”
“Barbarians, you say…”
She looked indignant, but it wasn’t wrong.
Unlike the 3rd Floor Earth, the 4th Floor was a typical classic medieval fantasy world.
Without Relay Towers, Televisions, Mobile Phones, and such, information transmission was limited.
“So. Spread rumors. That Merakl awesome.”
“…”
Renea glared with blazing eyes.
Only now did she realize she had been deceived.
“No wonder-! Just a two-room office with only one foreign worker as staff?! I thought it was quite shabby for what’s supposed to be the industry’s best!”
“A-ahem. It’s not a lie. Compared to crystal companies on the 4th Floor, we’re the best.”
“Because there are no crystal companies on the 4th Floor!”
You really hit the nail on the head!
Damn it.
I should hurry up and put Kim Yang’s salary into her account.
She’s speaking so freely because she hasn’t received her salary.
“But one thing, not wrong.”
“Not wrong? What is?”
“Merakl, definitely accept all customers who come.”
Kim Yang slowly stepped back.
She bowed 90 degrees at the waist in greeting.
“This is Merakl. We help you find your miracle across multiple worlds.”
“…B-but. I was just telling her to leave. Calling her grandma.”
“That, boss’s strategy. To get more money.”
“What?!”
Ah, seriously.
Kim Yang ruined everything.
“Boss’s tr, trick. F-fifteen people so far did th, this.”
Because of Kim Yang’s clumsy speech, I often mistake her for being stupid.
But Kim Yang doesn’t have any intellectual problems. She’s just awkward with the language of the 3rd Floor, Earth.
“Ha! This is absolutely ridiculous.”
Renea shot up from her seat.
“Deceiving customers? So you were just a con artist? Yeah, I had a bad feeling about you from the moment I saw your face.”
“As expected from someone who’s 1,900 years old, even bringing up physiognomy.”
“Ugh! Don’t expect me to ever come back!”
Bang!
The door slammed shut irritably.
Kim Yang slowly closes her eyes.
“Kim Yang, thanks to you, we lost a customer.”
I was trying to sweet-talk her into paying more money, but you ruined it.
“B-boss.”
“Yeah?”
“I, didn’t get paid.”
“….”
“I, not employee.”
“….”
“Pay me. You, you, you bastard.”
* * *
The 3rd Floor where we live, Earth.
The Tower is divided into a total of 6 floors.
There might be more floors to ascend to, but for now, only up to the 6th Floor is open.
Let’s skip over the 1st and 2nd floors.
The 4th Floor is a medieval fantasy world where humans, elves, orcs, dwarves and others live, [Rajesta Continent].
The 5th Floor is [Old Murim] where warriors and immortals, dragons and mythical beasts dwell.
The 6th Floor is [Cyber City] where bodies are transplanted with machines, or technology has developed to an amazing degree.
These 4 floors each absorb each other’s strengths and weaknesses, maintaining their own symbiotic relationship.
By the way, Kim Yang came from the 5th Floor.
Slurp.
Meals filled with cup ramen from yesterday evening until today’s lunch, all because I had to pay Kim Yang’s salary.
As the Elf Queen said yesterday, the office was shabby.
I grandly named it Meracle, but at most it’s divided into just a consultation room and an office.
Customer lists and materials are organized on my desk, with an ashtray placed beside them.
I used to smoke here originally, but customers didn’t like it, so now it’s become an unused item.
The ashtray outside is piled high with cigarette butts because I’m too lazy to empty it.
“B-Boss.”
Kim Yang, sitting alone on a chair without a desk, calls me while using his mobile phone as usual today.
By the way, Kim Yang is an SNS influencer. Since he’s from the 5th Floor and has a decent face, followers keep flocking to him just by posting daily life content.
“What.”
“A customer’s here.”
As soon as Kim Yang finishes speaking, the door opens.
And.
There stands the 1,900-year-old Elf Queen, sniffling.
“N-No one-.”
“….”
“No one will accept me.”
“….”
“They say if I’m 1,900 years old, I should just grow vegetables under a tree.”
Of course.
Why would famous places in this industry like ‘Tower Marriage’ or ‘Wedding Company’ accept someone who’s 1,900 years old?
Elves were evaluated particularly harshly in this market.
“Meracle… accepts everyone unconditionally, right? They never turn away customers who come to them, right?”
Please say yes.
I place my hand on Renea’s shoulder as she pleads with her entire being.
“We help you find your miracle. Welcome to Meracle.”
“Ah, aah-!”
Moved to tears, she grabs my hand and lets out a sigh-like exclamation.
“I want to… get married.”
“Of course you should. You’ve carried so many burdens as the Elf Queen. Shouldn’t you spend your retirement years thinking only of yourself?”
“Sniff, is it possible with a young man? Preferably someone who looks like Cha Eun-woo.”
“…Let’s start with a consultation first.”
“It’d be nice if he had a lot of money too.”
“Let’s start with the consultation! You’re making me want to kick you out!”
* * *
Back in the consultation room.
Consultations are always conducted through face-to-face interviews.
I can communicate with people from the 4th Floor, but I can’t read their writing.
“Name is Renea. Race: Elf. Age 1,901, no home, assets: one bow, both parents deceased. No home, and at 1,901 years old, special notes include being a former Elf Queen?”
“You just mentioned my age twice. It hurts, so please be mindful.”
“Yes, well. You know this operates on a grade system, right?”
“Mm, it’s about scoring me as a person comprehensively. Not particularly pleasant, but I do have confidence in myself.”
“The grade system goes from F grade at the bottom to S grade at the top. We average detailed grades to determine an overall grade. Then you get matched with people of corresponding grades.”
For example, B grade would only meet people around A~C grade.
“Mm! Please proceed!”
“First, appearance: S grade. Assets are-.”
“This bow is really expensive! Elves go crazy wanting to have this!”
“…Well, fine. Assets: A grade.”
“Ooh!”
In fact, weapons and armor excavated from the 4th Floor often match apartment prices.
Especially if the Elf Queen possesses them, their value is practically guaranteed.
“Your parents don’t need to worry about retirement. Occupation is unemployed. What about education?”
“Uh, I learned from my parents.”
“Homeschooling.”
Occupation and education.
Both E-grade.
“And this is the most important question?”
“Yes! Ask me anything.”
“Can you have children?”
“…?”
Renea responds with a dumbfounded expression.
But I’m being serious.
“I mean, who would take someone who can’t even have kids? I don’t know when elves go through menopause-”
Renea stands up and immediately aims her Bow.
Light bursts forth and takes the form of an arrow.
“H-h-how dare you-! How dare you ask me such a thing!”
“What?! This is really important!”
“Y-yes! Yes! I can have them! Elves don’t have menopause!”
Really?
That’s pretty interesting.
After that, I asked various other things.
Hobbies, smoking and drinking habits, health condition, number of relationships, etc.
“Now, considering everything comprehensively.”
“Yes yes!”
“You’re F-grade.”
“….”
Renea’s expectant expression gradually droops.
“B-but why? I’m pretty, aren’t I?”
“You’re 1,900 years old.”
“This bow too-! This bow is really precious.”
“You’re 1,900 years old.”
“A devoted wife! I’m wise, and I’m confident I’ll only look at my husband!”
“You’re 1,900 years old.”
“…An old maid. Never even dated before.”
“A 1,900-year-old who’s never had a relationship.”
“Should I kill you?”
As another arrow of light was about to emerge, I hastily added.
“But-! I’ve found the perfect person for you!”
“Oh?”
“Also from the 4th Floor! A prince no less! Plus handsome looks! And loaded with money!”
“Ooh?!”
When I showed her the photo stuck in the file folder, Renea’s eyes widened.
A chic-looking, white-haired handsome man.
“Not bad?! Can I really meet this man?”
“Yes! Of course! This is Prince Valentino of the Belden Kingdom! We had quite a difficult time securing a contract with him.”
“Ooh! As expected of Merakl! The best indeed!”
“Of course, there is one very minor issue.”
“If it’s minor, it’s fine! I can finally have a romance with a handsome man-!”
“You’d be approximately his 127th wife.”
“Hey, you fucking bastard.”
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